Chapter 143

Ziyuan was taken out of the hall, and as the two girls passed the winding aisle, they arrived at a room, with almost all tables, chairs and beds, and they were cleaned very elegantly. However, the candlelight in the room was also blue, and the green light swayed, which was strange.

One of the two women brought new clothes and the other brought food plates on the table. They hurriedly left the room, looked frightened, and did not say a word to Ziyuan. They clicked and closed the door.

Ziyuan thought to himself: These two girls must be imprisoned here. Seeing that they are so nervous, the owner here must be cruel and tight. I said those words just now, and they were slashed with their face. I don’t know what strange means would be used on me. Thinking of this, Ziyuan felt the heat from her chest and abdomen, and she felt anxious.

But without Kang Qiyue's pipa, there are no other men in the room. Although Ziyuan felt uncomfortable, she did not lose her self-control. She was just an indescribable irritability.

She shook her head vigorously, and when she saw that the clothes on the table were still a thin gauze dress, she didn't want to change it. She gently pushed it to the side and had three dishes on the side dishes, a bowl of white rice, and a pot of fragrant tea.

Ziyuan didn't know how long she had been in a coma and felt hungry in her belly. She thought to herself: When I fainted, they had already taken me medicine, and there would be no hands and feet in this meal. She sat down and ate quietly.

After a while, Ziyuan ate half a bowl of rice, and the door was suddenly pushed open. But when he saw that Maya was smiling, he walked into the room and said softly: Miss Ziyuan, are you used to the taste? Ziyuan silently refused, put down the chopsticks, looked up at her, could she pursed her lips gently, walked to Ziyuan and smiled and said: Come, let me see. When the words were finished, she saw her right sleeve gently brushing her right gauze hem, revealing her skin of her legs that was as smooth as jade.

Could it be that he squatted down and smiled and said: Those two girls are really ignorant. I didn’t explain, so I didn’t have eyes. I didn’t take care of this wound. You are really like this. Don’t do this again in the future. If you leave a little scar, wouldn’t it be heartbreaking? While speaking, could it be that he entered his left hand and took out a golden box, opened it with his fingers, put it on his knees, picked out some milky white plaster with his fingers, and gently applied it to the purple edge wound.

As soon as the plaster was applied, Ziyuan suddenly felt a pain in the wound, but then it gradually turned to cool and felt comfortable. He whispered: Thank you. Could it be that he raised his head, squinted his eyes, and smiled at the corner of his mouth. He smiled and said softly: Men are like this. They only think of this kind of obscene method. They have caused you to suffer. My sister, you should really beat me. As he said that, he lowered his head, suddenly opened his red lips, stuck out his tongue, and licked Ziyuan's legs.

Ziyuan was surprised and was startled. She quickly shrank her legs, but her heart was beating wildly. The desire she had restrained just now seemed to be undepressed and could not be suppressed. Could it be that she smiled at her so cutely and said softly: So fragrant, so tender, hey, if Boss Kou hadn't forced you to the feast of snatching you, I really want to love you. Ziyuan was still unsure, pressing her hand on her chest, and said to herself: This woman, she...she is really weird.

But when I saw that I put away the gold box, took out a small porcelain bottle from my arms, put it on the table, and said softly: This is the antidote of the aphrodisiac. I'm here. If you want to take it, remember to drink it with water, otherwise it would be a bit bitter. Wait a little bit. An old man is going to talk to you later. He is a bit old-fashioned. If you like the feeling now and don't want to take the antidote, be careful and don't lose your composure. That old man has no interest.

She said softly, word by word, but it contained a touching temptation. Although Ziyuan was a woman, she was also a little blushing and hot.

Could it be that when she saw that she didn't say a word, she smiled and walked out of the room

Ziyuan was waiting for it to leave, looking at the porcelain bottle on the table, thinking: I wonder if this medicine is true or false? Even if it is false, it is nothing but that. Then he pulled out the bottle plug, poured out a blood-red pill, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it with tea.

After the pill was taken, Zi Yuan felt calm soon, and the previous feeling of heat was gone, Zi Yuan thought to himself: It seems that this is the real antidote. She said that an old man was coming to talk to me, but I am afraid he was from the Imperial Tomb Sect.

Just as I was thinking, I heard the sound of footsteps outside the door and the door panel was pushed open again. Two boys in green walked in first, holding an ancient piano in their hands.

Ziyuan looked at it and saw the seven-stringed zither held by the boy on the right, like a light covering his glory, but it was not introverted. It was the seven-stringed zither of the civil and military zither. Ziyuan exclaimed softly and stood up, but saw an old man strode in, followed by two young men. The old man was white-haired, long beard and drooping. He looked over 7 years old, but his eyes were shining, stern and mighty, and his figure was very burly. Yuan's wonderful eyes were fluttering, and he recognized him as the old man who had just sat on the chair next to him, thinking in his heart: I just lost my control, and most of the others seemed to be malicious, but I didn't see any movement of this old man, but I didn't know why he came.

A man behind the old man said: Ziyuan, this is Mu Zun Envoy who is guarding the ancestral tomb of this sect. Come and pay your respects!

Seeing that he was arrogant, Ziyuan only smiled slightly, bowed slightly, and said softly: The little woman has seen Mr. Mu, and thinks that Mr. Mu is here to interrogate the prisoner? The old man glanced at the follower behind him and waved his hand. The two men's faces changed and they became pale. They hurriedly bowed and left the room.

The old man said: These boys are rude and are so rude. They offended the girl. I am a man named Mu Yanding, who is the ancestral tomb guarding the ancestral tomb. Now I have something to do. I will ask the girl for advice.

When Ziyuan heard that he spoke without threat, she respected him very much. She felt very surprised and bowed to him and said: Mr. Mu is so serious. The little woman is a woman and is a prisoner of the noble school. What can I ask for advice?

Mu Yanding stroked the long Hu and said: Miss Ziyuan doesn't have to be as humble as me. I am obsessed with the art of piano and art. For decades, I have also learned about the wonderful skills of Miss Ziyuan's pipa. My attainments in music must be outstanding. Therefore, I want to ask the girl to comment on a song.

Speaking of music and tunes, it was Ziyuan's life's preference, and he immediately left a god. He saw Mu Yanding took the 7-stringed lyre from the boy's hand and sat down on the spot. Zheng, Zheng and plucked the strings twice. He saw him spread his hands and wore a dark iron ring on each finger, and his thickness was different.

There was a loud noise from the crooked sound, and Mu Yanding thorned with a single finger. The sound of the piano vibrated, and Zi Yuan was shocked. He thought to himself: His playing method is so domineering. The same piano is the same, and Gongzi Wen can play it completely differently.

After the sound of the piano kept ringing, Mu Yanding rolled his fingers and whirled his fingers, as if the sound of the piano was coming from afar, he heard the horse's hooves slightly, and then the sound of the hooves was like dark clouds covering the sun, coming from the mountains and fields, like a flood, and it cannot be stopped again

Hearing another clanging sound, then Mu Yanding fingers thorns, and the momentum was shocked. The sound of the piano circled one after another, like a flying dragon circling the peak. After one peak, it reached another peak, flying through the three mountains and five mountains in the rolling clouds. The traces disappeared, but the sound of roaring still could not be left.

The sound of the dragon roar reached its end, and suddenly another wave of clouds and mist rose. The tone was confused and it was unstable. One level was higher than the other. As for the peak, there was a loud thunder and a clang passed, and the echo of the piano disappeared together, and the song ended suddenly.

Ziyuan listened intently until the end of the song, and kept silent. Mu Yanding saw two boys listening to the sound of his piano. At this time, they were breathing rapidly. Ziyuan closed her eyes quietly and pondered, thinking: Look at this woman who is weak, unexpectedly, she can listen to my song. The general's order is not bad, and she is not good at calmness.

After a while, Ziyuan opened her eyes and said: Mr. Mu is indeed very knowledgeable in piano. I admire him. I admire him. It’s just that the little girl has some ideas, and may offend the old man. I don’t know if he should say it. Mu Yanding said: Girl, don’t hide it.

Zi Yuan raised her arms slightly, pointed at the seven-stringed zither of Wenwu, and said softly: This zither is Wenwu

Name: The piano sound should be central and peaceful, clear and vigorous, and compatible with the style of Mr. Mu just now. It seems too strong and has a faint sense of murderousness. Although the passion is wonderful, it will inevitably decline afterwards.

This seven-stringed zither of the literary and martial arts is the best among the piano. Mr. Mu only seeks martial arts but not the literary style. He is inevitably a little brave and fierce. He is impatient and forced. Although it is difficult to play this zither well, he will inevitably go on a detour.

After hearing this, Mu Yanding's face suddenly changed. He didn't say anything for a long time. It turned out that he had been in the Imperial Tomb Sect for four generations and served as the Ming Xiaoling Tomb Sect for three generations. He was one of the best figures in the Imperial Tomb Sect regardless of martial arts prestige. The head of the Imperial Tomb Sect was also very polite to the elders of the sect. Later, Huang Zhonggui, the top master, was better than all the tomb Sect for martial arts. He took his position and replaced him, and seized the position of the Ming Xiaoling, the most respected among the tomb Sect. Mu Yanding was transferred to the ancestral tomb.

Although Mu Yanding is old, he is very arrogant and unwilling to admit defeat. He still practices martial arts every day. However, Huang Zhonggui's martial arts are progressing rapidly. Mu Yanding is already old and his martial arts has reached a bottleneck and is not easy to break through. The more anxious he is, the more difficult it is to improve his martial arts. After Long Yuqing won the seven-string lyre in the civil and martial arts, he asked him to come and understand Mu Yanding's strong internal strength and good at learning the qin. However, every time he plays the qin, he is forced to resolve it by the internal force on the strings. After playing the song, he spent a lot of real power, but he did not see any effect. At this time, he heard Ziyuan say that he is so brave and fierce, he is impatient and forced, and he is extremely declining. A few words touching his heart, and he was stunned.

After a while, Mu Yanding sighed and said: In your opinion, what should we do? Ziyuan said: To play the piano with rigidity, softness, and lightness, in addition to skills, it is also related to the cultivation of the mind and nature. Humanity is the piano as the voice of the heart. It is originally from the same song, and let different people play it, and the artistic conception is naturally very different. What Mr. Mu owes is that his mind is narrow and not open enough. If he requires diligence, he will naturally change it.

Mu Yanding's face turned blue, stared at Ziyuan for a moment, nodded slowly, and said: Very good, very good Ziyuan girl, I really want to hear you play this piano. With a wave of his hand, the boy beside him held the piano and presented it respectfully in front of Ziyuan.

Zi Yuan looked at the 7-stringed zither of Wen Yuan, and then the figure of Wen Yuan appeared in his mind. He felt a turbulent heart, and he smiled slightly on his lips, thinking: If Mr. Wen is here, he should let him play a song. After taking the zither, he suddenly remembered something and said to him: This old man Mu, of course, was ordered by Long Yuqing to check how to practice martial arts with the 7-stringed zither of Wen Wu. I didn't know it at all, and I didn't mean to hide it from you. Since I don't know, even if I listen to me playing the zither, I might not be able to hear anything. I was sitting upright and stroking the strings gently.